IMap me gold with silverrivers, and freckle mewith ancient timber,black and green.Lift my granite skywardetched in black and white.Kiss me yellow-green with sunlight dappled forest floor.Thrust my coastline jagged,crashing surf of white and greenpainted furious against cliffs serene,as white-pillowed blue gently blankets me.
Golden Gate Bridge - San Francisco, 1985
II Rip my flesh and spill my blood. Comb crops in rows across my desert soils made lush with stolen water. Tie asphalt ribbons to concrete cities along my fault lines or lying in my flood plains. Pollute my purple snow capped majesty laid bare by axe and greed. Rape me in my mineral beds. Erase all memory of my beauty.Pigeon Point Lighthouse - Pescadero, CA. Thanksgiving Day, 2007
poem © 2004